You don't even know my name,
and you took what wasn't yours,
what I would not, could not willingly give.
After I take all the tests,
the only ones I'm happy to fail,
I think I'm okay.
Where I can sleep
without seeing your unknown face.
I don't even know your name.
The day after the world comes to an end,
and I've got this creature, growing inside of me.
She's more your's than mine
and I don't even know your name.
The day I lost my girl,
I could have known your name,
been happy to see your face in my dreams,
and all the little things,
and nothing could have changed.
A life was ripped from me,
and all my forbidden dreams.
There's no where to blame,
and not a day,
where I don't whisper her name.
- - -
So basically...I haven't slept in...Months it seems. I took a nap in mid-November in the nurses office and that was the last time I think I managed to sleep for more than a half an hour at a time. Unless of course, I'm sleeping in the middle of the day. Then I can sleep for hours at a time...
I feel kind of lost at the moment. Maybe lost isn't a good word. I feel...Unattatched...Slightly numb...I hate facing the things that haunt me...I want it to be Tuesday...